#I haven't been active in the fandom in a while

[nartml]

Real talk, though.

There are valid conversations to be had about how we actively search for queer characters, and recognize queer characteristics in a given narrative, regardless of the storytellers' intentions or lack thereof.

There is no shortage of popular, non-canon gay ships that started because queer people were desperate for representation that they couldn't find anywhere else.

However, that doesn't mean that we're seeing things that aren't there.

When you sit down to write a story, you have to be prepared to face a million interpretations of it that never crossed your mind, and you have to understand that all those perspectives have varying degrees of merit.

The artist's original intentions, and how understood they are by the audience, is irrelevant in many cases.

As for the aforementioned ships, for most of them, there were undeniable queer characteristics that were subsequently picked up on by all the queer people who identified with them.

Because of course they were. I promise you, a gay person knows gay perspective better than any straight director out there, on account of actually living it.

And while the straight directors have no obligation to give the fans what they want, it is decidedly not commendable when they lean into the observations made by all the silly teenage fangirls and delusional gay people, feeding into the audience's excitement via suggestive comments, and then ending their show having made no actual commitments after stringing half the fandom along.

Nothing we haven't seen before, definitely not the first or last time we were left hanging, having to deal with the onslaught of you guys are just imagining things and you're grasping at straws.

But specifically in buddie's case, I'm inclined to disagree with you wholeheartedly.

Because this time, the evidence is more abundant than ever before, contrary to what you're suggesting.

And I'm not gonna go into a detailed rant of every. Single. Piece of it that exists, for fear we'll be here until next Tuesday. There are plenty of people who've done that already, in various formats.

What I am gonna do though, is point out the fact that 911, unlike every other show, has been diverse and inclusive from the get-go.

There are plenty of gay characters, whether they're main ones, recurring ones, or one-and-done's.

And when you pair that, with the practically infinite displays of Buck and Eddie's partnership, profound friendship, obvious domesticity, intense staring, indisputable affection, actual devotion, co-parenting tactics, etc etc, you have the potential of breaking the internet a great ship in your hands.

That doesn't make your interpretation of them as platonic best friends any less valid, but for the first time, maybe ever, I can say with bone deep certainty that non-canon gay shippers have never been more based in their insistence.

Yeah, maybe they're just friends.

Or maybe, a filthy make-out session in that fuck forsaken kitchen will fix all their problems, as well as themselves, better than any therapy will.

...

What? I'm just saying—

Probably the most asshole thing I'm gonna say in my life but guys, guys... *holds your hand* I think this one was on you.

I don't think this is queerbait, and I don't think the show ever intended for buddie to be a thing. I think this was an echo chamber effect of people telling each other 9-1-1 was the gay firefighter show and is time to take a step back.

It was always clear to me they were just friends. The show made it clear multiple times. They are best friends, they love each other, they trust each other. Maybe that's all it is and you need to wonder why you ever thought it was something different.

There is no ambiguity, not that much room to interpretation. No actual evidence.

All I see as a still kind of oursider is fans gaslighting each other episode after episode to think this is some elaborate slow burn romance story and every time someone says that's not the case they MUST be lying.

Maybe there is no secret message every time they look at each other. Maybe their friendship really is that profound and it doesn't mean they are in love. Maybe Eddie has never admited to liking men because he actually doesn't like them.

Maybe the show is not and never was what you want it to be and that is okey.

[fattummyt]

"Kinks Shirt"

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe | Captain America

Pairings: Steve Rogers | Captain America/Plus-Size Female Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None. (❁´◡`❁)

Tags: Humor, Naked Female Clothed Male, Large Breasts, Fat Reader, Sharing Clothes, Nipple Play, Play Fighting, Penis In Vagina Sex, Secrets, Humor, Steve Rogers is a Brat, Clothing Kink

Author's Notes: This title is loosely inspired by the song "Kinks Shirt" by Matt Nathanson.

Read it on AO3 here!

Summary: Steve loves you. If he didn't-- why else would he let you wear all his loose tank tops to bed? Surely he had no other motivations besides his burning love for you... and his boob fetish.

For the most part, Steve has remained fairly indifferent to your breasts, however, after an impromptu night out drinking with Tony and Pepper a few weeks back, you stayed the night at his place and ended up borrowing one of his shirts to sleep in. It was one of his old over sized US Army fatigues that he ended up cutting the sleeves and the neck out to work out in. Pretty pissed, he scolded you a bit for messing his well organized drawers during your drunkenness-- that was until he saw you with the shirt on, then promptly jacked off to the memory of you in the bathroom while you slept. After that, he slowly started modifying all of his over-sized t-shirts just in case you wanted to stay the night again.

It was just before bed as you two laid together. Steve sat against the headboard reading, tucked under his comforter like a 1950s sitcom husband and you laid on your side, phone resting just a few inches above your face, waiting to slip from your hands and meet its impending doom.

Steve looked up from his book for a moment, studying you as he shifted to a more reclined position. You seemed to be actively involved with whatever you were doing, probably playing some puzzle game or organizing the shopping list-- things you did every night before bed.

He leaned his head on his hand, thumbing back to his page before you rested your arm above your head revealing the wholeness of your side rolls and the top of your breasts, slightly jiggling as you adjusted your body into a more comfortable position.

You weren't aware of Steve's breast fetish-- you'd only been dating for 3 months, and in that time, you only managed to fuck around probably 5 times due to conflicts in your schedules.

For the most part, Steve has remained fairly indifferent to your breasts, however, after an impromptu night out drinking with Tony and Pepper a few weeks back, you stayed the night at his place and ended up borrowing one of his shirts to sleep in. It was one of his old over sized US Army fatigues that he ended up cutting the sleeves and the neck out to work out in.

Pretty pissed, he scolded you a bit for messing his well organized drawers during your drunkenness-- that was until he saw you with the shirt on, then promptly jacked off to the memory of you in the bathroom while you slept. After that, he slowly started modifying all of his over-sized t-shirts just in case you wanted to stay the night again.

"Why don't you just buy me some tank tops instead?" You asked one night. But Steve thinks you wearing his old clothes gives them purpose-- and that purpose is showing off your big tits.

"How can you call yourself a red blooded American if you didn't like tits?" Steve thought to himself. "Soft, luxurious mounds of all different shapes and sizes and a unique bud accenting each--" "What are you doing?" You asked, staring dead eyed into your phone, catching him off guard.

"Hm?-- Oh, just reading."

"You haven't flipped pages in a while."

He smiled. "I was pondering something. Does your generation still use that word? Pondering?"

You sighed, "No Steve, we burned all the books of old in 1951 and now we all just communicate telepathically." Steve chuckled, shutting his book.

"But since we're pointing out age differences, you're technically a cradle robber." "--Hey, I don't look a day over 35 and you know it. Now, no more toys. It's time to go to bed." He snatched the phone from your hands to which you promptly reached to grab it back.

"Hey! Give that back." He laughed, holding the phone to his chest before flipping onto his stomach. "Oh my god Steve at least lock it first." You reached underneath the heavy blanket in an attempt to retrieve it.

"I don't know what you're talking about, is there a padlock on it?" He laughed innocently. "Stop it, Steve you're not even that old!" "So you admit it." He bragged, proudly leaning his head on his wrist as he flipped onto his side to face you.

"My phone, Steve?" You laughed. He dug around behind him, before waving the device. "You mean this? Oh-- What's this? Your Google Chrome history?"

You gasped, you had no idea Steve even knew how the internet worked, let alone browser history.

Before you could grab for it he reached over and flipped the light off on the night stand beside him, casting the room in darkness.

"Oh my god-- Steve stop!" You crawled over him, eagerly grabbing for your phone but he was too quick, rolling onto his side and reading aloud from the screen. "BDSM Test Results? Hmmm, that sounds interesting. Maybe we should click on it?" You screamed, grabbing hold of the phone raised above his head, desperately trying to hold onto it as he sat up gaining more leverage on it.

"Alright, alright, I give." He chuckled, and just as he hit the lock button, the phone flew from both your hands, clattering to the floor nearby.

"It just slipped out-- I'm sorry." He sputtered, reaching over and flicking on the lamp. The light gleamed on to reveal you straddling his waist, bonnet askew, one heavy breast hanging out the side of your tank top, completely oblivious.

Sweet cheese and rice he loved that shirt.

"There it is." You hopped off the bed and quickly picked it up, inspecting the screen for damage. Had it not been for your absent mindedness, you might've noticed the redness creeping up Steve's cheeks as you climbed back into bed.

"Not even a super soldier can destroy this thing, huh?" You chuckled, setting your phone on the nightstand beside you before adjusting your breasts back into your shirt. He laughed nervously. "Yeah, I guess not."

You climbed under the comforter, lying on your side before Steve turned off the lamp, spooning in behind you, settling for wrapping an arm arm around your waist. Your stomach rose and fell as you breathed evenly, and his heart raced as his Adam's apple bobbed.

You shifted for a moment, turning over to kiss his forehead and whisper. "Good night, Steve." As you turned back, his hand slipped into your shirt and his fingertips felt electric as they grazed beneath, along your side. "Good night." He whispered, closing his eyes, eager to find some rest from the image of your breasts that wracked no pun intended his thoughts every night you spent together.

Steve felt like a creepy teenager trying to get to second base, but he couldn't help himself. Something about the way your tits looked in his shirts made him wonder if he had some sort of obsession or fetish. "But, by that logic, we should all have a boob fetish then, right?"

Suddenly you inhaled sharply, snapping him from his sordid thoughts. "What's wrong?" He whispered. "You're pitching a tent against my ass right now, Steve." He blinked, totally misinterpreting you before he realized and pulled a pillow from behind his head to stuff between you two. You laughed, now fully awake as he stewed in his embarrassment.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh." You chuckled. "It's fine. Happens to the best of us." There was an unusual silence between you two before you suggested. "We could do something about it..." "Just go to sleep. I'll take care of it." He whispered, promptly kicking off the weighty comforter. He didn't realized how hot and bothered he'd gotten under there until he reached down to knead his cock and found himself already semi hard.

"Are you sure you don't want me to...?" He sat up in thought for a moment before ultimately giving in and nudging closer to you, grabbing your hand and guiding it beneath his waistband to his cock. As you began stroking, he kissed across your shoulder.

"Just like that." He sighed, his hand grazed down your arm before he slid into your shirt to begin caressing at your breasts. You let out a quiet gasp, his palms ghosting your pliant nipples as he grinded into your loose grip, eyes straining to make out your form in the dark. Steve began kneading your breasts as you hastened your strokes, your body felt ultra sensitive as he teased at your front with increasing vigor.

"You like playing with my tits?" You cooed to which he exhaled something like a mix between a growl and a "Mhm." His gentle fondling soon escalated to good grips and rough kneading. You whined quietly, your free hand rubbing between your legs to quell the growing tension. "F-Steve, fuck me, please?" He kissed your neck, pulling down your panties and raising your leg into the air so he could spread your lips and slide inside you.

He thrust erratically, pulling you smacking into his hips, gripping your shirt so tight you could hear the fabric ripping down the side. Steve panted through his teeth, his breath hot against your neck as he grunted through every stroke. You trembled, rubbing your clit as Steve fucked in and out of you. You both held your breath-- fervent smacking of flesh filling the room before you grabbed the nearest pillow, screaming into it as you came.

Steve pulled out, cursing as he straddled your waist, scrambling with your shirt before ripping it in its entirety so he could paw at your chest while he finished. "Shit-- I'm gonna cum-- I'm gonna cum on your tits." He moaned, hips thrusting into his fist as cum dribbled out of his tip to your breasts and down your stomach. "GOD-- bless." He panted, quick to correct himself.

You giggled as he collapsed onto his side, rolling over to flick on the lamp. You laid on your back, shirt ripped entirely up its left side, your breasts decorated with gleams of semen.

"You've never said ‘tits’ a day in your life have you?"

He sighed into a chuckle. "Nope." And you both joined in laughter.

"Do you need a towel?"

"Nah, I'll just use this old t-shirt."

You came downstairs to find Steve sitting at the kitchen table, his shirt and hair wet with sweat from his morning run.

"Good morning." He tipped his glass of chocolate milk before taking a long sip, sliding an empty glass and the carton across the table toward you. "Why didn't you tell me you had a boob fetish?" He sputtered, coughing up milk he'd inhaled before clutching his chest defensively. "Wh-- I-- it's not that serious-- I mean, they're great. But if-- from my perspective, if everyone you know likes boobs, could you really call what I have a fetish?"

You scoot your chair in against the table, humming sing-songy as you parted your robe to reveal the tops of your breasts, sporting dark bruises. "This looks sorta like a fetish to me, don't you think?" He swallowed hard, looking away for fear you'd see his blush crawl down his neck. "That's what I thought." You chimed.

You leaned over the table, reaching for the carton, your breasts drooping, threatening to slip from your robe in an almost tantalizing way. He bit his lip, glancing between your breasts and his glass, nerves tickling his stomach as his cool, damp shirt clung to the arch of his back.

"Maybe you should call out of work today."

"Yeah?" You met his fiery gaze and smirked, milk slowly filling your glass.

He grabbed the carton from your grasp, gently setting it on the table beside him.

"Yeah."

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[delicateperspective]

You seem to be one of the few old timers left around here (I mean that in a complimentary way). What keeps you thinking that HL are still together? Public opinion seems to be uncertain or swaying towards broke up in the last couple of years. I'm unsure myself so I was just wondering what stuff have you seen in the last little while that keeps you thinking they're together?

i think the difference between me and a lot of old timers is that i was never super active in the fandom. i wasn’t here every day expecting some big coming out or watching their every move with a microscope. (that kind of thing will make you burn out so easily. or make you bitter or jaded when it doesn't go the way you were hoping.) i’ve always just… observed. quietly. connecting dots, sure, but mostly just paying attention and staying open.

when they were younger, it felt like they were constantly trying to show us something. sometimes recklessly so. they were messy and bold and emotional—honestly, sometimes painfully obvious—and we were dissecting every inch of it in real time. some of what they showed was intentional. some of it wasn’t. but we saw it all because we were looking so closely.

but they’ve grown up. and they’ve asked us, in their own ways, to grow up too. I just don’t think they feel the need to signal things the way they used to. the stakes are different. their needs are different.

covid changed them. they’ve both said as much. they started pulling back, setting boundaries, learning how to protect themselves. not to punish anyone, not necessarily even to hide anything, but to preserve whatever peace they could find. (let's be clear: i am not saying i think that this shift was voluntary closeting. more "they don't need a selfie of me shirtless in bed with sex hair" - looking at you mr. tomlinson - .)

i also don’t see them through rose-colored glasses. i don’t think it’s been one long fairytale since 2010. i think it’s been messy and painful and complicated. i think there were breakups. mistakes. betrayals. moments they probably thought it was over. i think they’re just… human. two people who got thrown into a machine way too young and have spent years trying to survive it and maybe even find their way back to each other through it.

so i don’t need proof. not in the way i used to. i don’t need matching tattoos or instagram crumbs. it's in the way they move. the way certain choices don’t make sense unless you factor each other in.

maybe that’s naive. maybe it’s projection. maybe i’m wrong. but what keeps me here is that i haven't seen anything that makes me think it's over. and not in a “someday they’ll tell us” way. just… in the way that love endures even when it’s not on display.

[juiche]

Long time no Yoongi!

This feels very back to the roots, as I started this account with BTS fanart :) I feel like I owe a lot to those couple maniac years I had there, I never drew more :D how is the fandom doing, are y'all still alive? hanging in there? :>

get your own print here ❤️

[snakeinthebouquet]

no because. blitz was going to die for his murder family and then stolas was going to die for blitz and when stolas lost everything instead blitz took care of him and he LOVES HIM HE LOVES HIMMM and to lose Via in all of it is the cruelest thing and my whole entire heart has been holding it all for days and yet i have to go on and live my life and this is all happening in a silly little demon animation on youtube that is actually incredible and blows me away constantly and i am, i fear, invested

[mhaikkun]

was feeling antsy about doing a color palette challenge so I made my own!!! you know the drill: pick a number, name a character, and I'm on it >:3c

you don't have to pick characters from any of these, but the likelihood of me drawing out your suggestion increases if they're from: dungeon meshi (I'm an anime-only consumer so no spoilies please!), jack jeanne, and persona 3 (esp femc, but other persona games work too)

[theatre-mushroom]

Okay but the amount of similarities between Tinky & Ted, Bill & Ford, and Stanley & The Narrator...

[goreroll]

I was having hesitate if I should dm you or ask you in the request box, but I think it's better to ask you in the box since I have question about the V&V Criminal AU 😁

Since I mentioned about Pam being the journalist and her role in my imagination of your said AU. In your interpretation, what do you think about Pam's role and her relationship to the twins in this AU? Same goes with Kid Ritz's role and his relationship with the twins?

Sorry if I bother you 😓

Hi!!

It's okay, I'm happy to answer the questions ( ˊᗜˋ )

My vision of Pamenilia's role in this AU, right?... Hmm, quite a difficult question, since initially, as I wrote in that very post, anyone could substitute either her, or Orchids, or even ur OC in the place of a policewoman, but I really liked your vision of this AU, so I don't against her current role as a journalist and Orchid friend :)

What about the relationship between her and the twins... God, you know, I really love all sorts of dark themes, as well as drama, so I don't even know if I should describe it in detail or not lol

In short, between her and Veneer in this AU slipped... A certain spark (which cannot be categorically called love or hate). Pam, in my pure understanding, is a person who hates cheating more than anything else. Perhaps she was so influenced by her work as a journalist, or maybe these are more personal problems. The life that V&V built is based on deception. Their image, their life, is all one big lie. For Pam, knowing this is second reason why she takes such risks by opposing them. The first, of course, is the safety of her best friend, who was unknowingly dragged into this swamp.

Tbh, she would have liked the real Veneer personality (in the sense that she was crazy about him in canon, right?). They could have been friends if it hadn't been for the circumstances. And so... Who knows where all this will lead them. Clearly not in a bright future :)

As for Ritz, I also don't have particularly clear thoughts. Everyone can make him who they want 😄

Personally, as if by default, I consider him a news anchor, who he is in the canon. He periodically takes slightly provocative interviews with the stars, covers the musical novelties of this week/month/year, and all that.

Perhaps at some point in time he can get closer to the twins, just for the sake of sniffing out some interesting news. Actually, it seems to me that he knows a lot of interesting things about a lot of people, not just about twins. It's just that sometimes the mask of a relaxed dude just doing his job plays a good role for him))

Thats all, I think?

Have a good day 🌻

[buckframe]

a crumb of rant, anyone?

this morning I saw someone on tiktok arguing that authors (ao3) aren't obligated to properly tag their fics. i think one of her exact words was 'authors don't owe readers tags and warnings'. i also went thru some of her comments and her arguement for 'visibility/exposure' was that not everyone cares about that. and she argued that authors shouldn't have to think of every possible scenario where someone might find something triggering in their work...

there's a lot to unpack here.

first of all, I'm not gonna sit here and pretend like i've read ao3's terms and conditions and policies, but as people who are trying to be involved in a fandom and consume content I don't think wanting (or even expecting) a safe(r) space for everyone is a radical view. I don't think any reader expects hyper-specific niche triggers to be in the tags but if you've written something potentially triggering you KNOW you've written it so it shouldn't be that hard to tag some general warnings. (granted most of the authors in her comments had said as such, that tagging doesn't take more than 2 minutes and they're happy to do it)

secondly, I feel like we need to stop with the 'you should write for urself and not strive for attention' bullshit. if we didn't care about exposure, attention and validation we'd have kept the fic in our docs.

and lastly, there's whole conversation to be had about this newer wave of people joining fandom spaces who aren't familiar with the rules and etiqquettes (a lot of whom actively refuse to learn and comply) and how to interact with fanmade content, especially fanfic, but the bottomline is; No, fanfic platforms don't need algorithms and comment and bookmark sections aren't there for u to leave your 'honest reviews' like in the goodreads app. So logically, when we're here trying to teach these imbeciles how to use the search and filter functions instead of booktokifying fanfics (something I've noticed already happening) and rely on twitter recs to find fics to read, we should also encourage proper tagging for newer authors joining the club.

[nyssasorbit]

Look out, there's a yandere robot on the loose! She's on the hunt for people to exploit in order to find her mans 💪

[dearloonies]

Dr. Bright: If you ask someone how's it going and they respond "another day in paradise". Trust me they want to die.

[beneathsilverstars]

my therapist asked what in stars and time was about and i answered without spoilers bc EVERYONE should play in stars and times (spoiler-free) and that includes my therapist

[ranminfan]

your art sucked me into the dm fandom yay 💀🙏

did you see the dm4 movie?

I thought it was 6-7/10, they didnt give maxime enough screentime and according to will ferrel he’s supposed to be lore heavy — they didn’t put that in the movie for some reason??

Ahh op I haven't seen the movie yet! no spoilers!

I'm planning on it.

[nananarc]

I broke a record today lmao

[sysig]

Big day for the Sims 2

[no-i-cant-decide]

I know everyone else has pretty much said their farewells to the fandom, and I haven't been active at all really in the last four months, but I wanted to say thanks to all of you as well.

Finding Ballum is something that got me through the first couple years of the pandemic, something that got me writing after a decade-long dry spell, and the lovely people in the fandom helped me push past some of my social anxieties and actually make some friends here which I didn't think was possible for me. It all means a great deal to me because the last 4 years have been rough in so many ways and I don't think I would've managed it as well if I didn't have this show and all of you folks to enjoy it with.

So I want to express my love and many thanks to everyone who I've befriended through Eastenders, all the writers and artists who have made watching the show more fun with their talent and skill, and anyone who has read my writing over the last few years. It's been a wild ride but I'm so glad to have been here for it with all of you 💜